Monday, August 21, 2017
What I Know And Don't Know
What the eclipse requires of me:
that I stay on track. While.
The plane. Emily Dickinson and her house.
Past. Passing through. I like the idea
standing under a tree and seeing so many.
How else could I know its strange glow
in the middle of the day dimming
on schedule and then not. Everything
strange and exciting. My life.
The old fence. The bog. The marsh.
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